North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Fang Geyu's face revealed a cold smile as she headed towards the direction where the female corpse had fled, disregarding the disobedience of the longsword in her hand.


Her slender fingertips slowly traced over the blue gemstone at the end of the sword hilt before firmly grasping it.


The sword tip emerged an inch from its sheath!


The heaven frosted, the earth whitened, the entire city steeped in a deadly yin energy!


Whether it was the walking corpses frantically fleeing toward the afterworld of Houtu or the dark bloodstains left on the ground, they were instantly shredded into a swirl of blue smoke by the invisible terrifying Sword Intent from all directions, dispersing into the heavens and earth like a dream.


"If you want to unsheathe, then I will help you," Fang Gyeu's cold smile lingered as she looked on with deep eyes, "After all, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."


Chapter 276: Baili... Xianxian?